Beautiful Roses their message plain , they were oh! so lovely when they came. Chocolates and champagne too such a handsome way to say “I love you” Sadly handsome is as handsome does and no one wants to make a fuss. But the message seems to fade away as tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.
The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall , the vase smashed, the flowers scattered as to the floor they fall. No good to offer soothing words screams and shouts are all that’s heard. The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .
Only half the tale is known the neighbours have no idea of the grief wreaked in this home. Things get worse she grabs a knife she’ll put an end to all this strife. She cuts him once she cuts him twice …” You need to learn to be be more nice ” she whispers with a smile. He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.
The police have been called more than once but she always manages to repel their response. The truth is they would not believe that the poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved. She carries no marks or bruises no, none at all for she is the one who abuses.
Her husband is a patient man who tries to please his wife the best he can . But she cannot be appeased nothing he does for her can make her pleased. She swears she loves him she swears it will change but week after week it is the same. He will do or say something wrong and her devil will be on him before long.
He has tried to leave her tried to go but she begged and weeped and carried on so, she promised she would get help. He cannot see any way out , he cowers in the corner as she screams and shouts. The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ……… then comes the usual banging at the door.